Research shows that children whose parents who allow them to think end up socially maladjusted in middle school. Sometimes they don’t get a date to prom. They’re also not considered physically attractive by their peers.

Kids who spend time reading don’t spend enough time watching TV. Even if they get in some screen time every day, they do not have enough to truly keep up with their peers.

Kids need lots of sleep. If your child isn’t getting the average amount of sleep needed, then you are harming your child’s mental abilities. Having your child lie awake with no distractions in a crib is better for hir than allowing hir to play on the computer. We all know that unsupervised screen time is harmful to children.

Allowing one’s child to think is also harmful to parents. They are branded, “pushy,” and socially condemned if they are egotistical enough to talk about their children instead of quietly listening when others talk about theirs.

This public service announcement brought to you by disgruntled grumpies.

or is there some third option we’re missing? (Maybe whining for the sake of whining? I dunno…)

#1 generally wants a kick in the pants, but sometimes #2 is an enabler, which forces #1 to stop being a slacker even though she’s got permission, which is probably better for her anyway… #1, otoh, wants everybody to be miserably productive because misery loves company. (When she says it’s ok to take a break because you need it… it means you really do need it.)

Get Rich Slowly did an article about a woman who is a self-proclaimed “sugar-momma.”

The person in the post is to be commended… she’s doing what she wants to be doing in the career of her choice and building experience and credentials, and she’s also supporting her DH allowing him to fill his career goals through more education. This situation sounds like it is going to work out.

One thing I would caution for women in general is not to sacrifice their own career goals for their husband’s education. As an academic, I know plenty of couples where the woman worked at what she considered to be a temporary job to put her husband through school, but rather than return the favor later (as implicitly promised), they got divorced. Sacrificing one’s own ambitions puts a lot of stress on the marriage, no matter which spouse is doing the sacrificing.

Apparently that situation is not limited to academics. Plenty of folks in the comments chimed in about other situations of both sexes when one sacrificed and then they divorced. I doubt that most couples going into that kind of a situation are planning to use their spouses for easy living followed by trading in for a younger model. However, resentment (or guilt) can build when one member of the couple feels like he or she is sacrificing for the other. On top of that, school changes people. While one is working at a dead-end job, the other is becoming a different person.

Even though it may take more loans and definitely less spending, why can’t both people pursue their goals at the same time?

Sometimes that kind of joint pursuit is not possible (for example, if one member of the couple cannot get a visa in a foreign country). But oftentimes the joint pursuit really is possible, except that both people have to sacrifice some not just one sacrificing a lot. Is it better for both to sacrifice, even if the total sacrifice is bigger (imagine a world with no fancy cheese)? Or is it better for only one person to take all the sacrifice?

What do you all think? Did you make sacrifices for your partner? Did your partner sacrifice for you? Or were you on your own in the pursuit of education and career?

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Tenured Radical has a post aptly entitled: So You Think You Can Write During the Semester? (hahaha.) This type of thing inspires me. I can’t get up any earlier but I should probably say no to service more often. We have 3/3 loads here. Greh.

Imma blame my lack of writing on things like this happening around here:

So you blame the patriarchy. I think I get that, even in my mostly befuddled state. I dislike unjust treatment, especially when people are making it unjust. I still don’t get what to do about it. What do you do to make things better? And where do you draw the line between helping things be more just versus becoming labeled and then disregarded?

If we knew the answer, we’d do it!

One thing we can do is examine our own words and actions and question implicit assumptions that other people show through their words and actions. We can gently or not so gently educate. We can refuse to feel guilty for being awesome, and let people know that we refuse. We can encourage other people to find their own awesome. Sometimes we can do this without being labeled, and sometimes people will label us and ignore us. But we can still keep pushing, because it is the right thing to do and sometimes it is all we can do.

I threw up a lot first trimester. After all sorts of stuff. Coming into second trimester (and weaning off metformin), one thing still makes me throw up.

Wheat.

I’ll eat something with wheat in it, purposefully or not. (Oh, Tempura… Oh, Worcestershire sauce…How you wound me.) Then an hour or two later, I will empty the contents of my stomach. I will repeat the process after the next meal no matter what I ate for that second meal. I will spend the next day or two feeling queasy depending on how much wheat I ingested.

I hate this.

The internet tells me it could be two things. I could have a wheat allergy or I could have celiac (wheat intolerance is less likely). Both can be triggered by pregnancy. If it is an allergy, it might go away. If it is celiac, I am stuck with it for life. If it is an allergy, according to the ‘net, it could become life-threatening by suddenly causing me to be unable to breathe (so I should carry around allergy meds just in case). If celiac, it could hurt the baby’s growth if I’m not careful.

I brought my inability to eat wheat up at the doctor’s appointment and she was all, “Just don’t eat wheat”… and I’m like, Lady, it could be an allergy and could go away or it could be celiac, and celiac is pretty serious. So basically she was no help. (This was one of many reasons I switched back to my original doctor the next day, despite doctor #1’s overbooked schedule.)

The internet suggested a test to me to see if it is more likely to be celiac or an allergy (since throwing up is a symptom of either, and it doesn’t stay down long enough to present other symptoms). Apparently rye has gluten in it, so you can’t eat it if you’re celiac but you can eat it if you’re allergic. So I ate some rye wasa wafers and was fine, so hopefully the internet is right and it’s an allergy that will go away in a few months (because insulin resistance + celiac = misery). Of course, I’m a bit sick of rye wasa wafers from overdoing it on them even before the anti-wheat stuff popped up.

I LOVE Indian food. I love lentil flour. I love papadam and pakora and methu vada and some of the dosa. One of our admin assistants told me there’s an Indian place in the city that does gluten-free lentil noodles– man I wish I could try those. I was loving sushi (cooked or veggie only) until the tempura mistake. Also sweet potato is on my “ugh” list because a lot of things just don’t taste good anymore once you’ve tried them the other direction. I’m getting a bit tired of brown rice cakes and a bit tired of oatmeal (recall, I can’t eat refined grains because of glycemic load… so there are a lot of corn, rice, and potato options that are closed to me). We keep a pot of cooked quinoa or brown rice in the fridge at all times. Sometimes I’ll use beans in place of noodles. While the family enjoys spaghetti… I pretend I’m in a different part of Italy.

Last time around I was unable to eat wheat for a while, but it was combined with my inability to keep *anything* except fruit down. So it wasn’t just the wheat. And it went away by now, I think. (My memory is kind of fuzzy at this point, but I think it stopped shortly after 2nd trimester started. Definitely after I’d gotten off Metformin.)

So… not much point to this post, but that I’m feeling sorry for myself! I could do wheat-free OR insulin resistant, but doing both SUCKS exponentially. And I am so glad a good Indian place came to town last year so I can eat there at least once a week.

We grew up Catholic, so obviously we grew up with the underlying philosophy that a lot of things that are good for you are painful. “It builds character,” my mother would say anytime I’d complain. “Yes, just think of all the years I’m burning off of Purgatory,” I would reply.

There was also that Midwestern Protestant stoicism telling us what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger. We’re not sure how much we believe it, but it is in our blood pushing us ever onward.

That’s not the message we hear coming out of the coasts, the NYTimes, the mommy forums… That message is that if kids don’t like something, they shouldn’t have to do it. Schools shouldn’t give homework. Kids shouldn’t do extra-curriculars they don’t like (or at all!). Tiger Moms are horrible people. Five year olds should be red-shirted so they can play in the dirt another year before starting school. Kids need to play, not learn. Why do kids need to read? (But… but… my kid LOVES reading/learning/math.) I think Cloud said it best when she talked about adults projecting that they wished they had lots of free time on their kids (and, as a corollary, that they don’t like math). The Rousseau dream-child concept is still hard at work.

(Somehow when it comes to a gifted kid being bored, then they really need to learn to be bored… it’s ok to force a kid to be bored but not ok to force a kid to do activities.)

I did swimming lessons for 7 years, but didn’t want to quit. I had to do piano lessons for 9 years. I’m glad I wasn’t allowed to quit. I did Ballet lessons for 5 years. I wish I’d been allowed to quit a lot earlier. I did Catholic Sunday School or CCD until I was in 4th grade, despite constant complaining. I’m not sure if I wish I’d been allowed to quit sooner or not, considering I switched religions and went of my own volition once no longer forced to be Catholic.

Growing up there were many things I was forced to do I wish I didn’t have to do, and many things I’m glad I was forced to do, knowing what I do now. Younger me isn’t a great predictor of older me’s preferences, and who knows if parents are better or not. Hopefully they’re a little better.

So: Bottom line: We think that sometimes it’s ok for kids to do things in their best interest even if they don’t wannnna. We still wish we hadn’t had to go to public school. Blech.

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